If pain produces harmony, we all have a note.
If God conducts the symphony, no one sings alone.
There's no easy answer when the question starts with "Why?" but
Where else can we go? Where else can we go?
Where else can we go?

I've walked through the valley, I've seen enough death
Can anyone hear me? Am I wasting breath?

There's help I have prayed for, but relief never comes.
I've cursed at the sky 'til I can't feel my lungs.
Then somewhere in the distance a wave of sound rings.
Melodies I've never heard, but somehow I know all the words,
And I can't help but sing.

If pain produces harmony, we all have a note.
If God conducts the symphony, no one sings alone.
There's no easy answer when the question starts with "Why?" but
Where else can we go? Where else can we go?
Where else can we go?